Plamea, the goddess of her own domain, starts her day with a sinful treat. She pads into her opulent bathroom, the marble cool beneath her bare feet. She turns on the shower, the water cascading down like a waterfall, mimicking the rainforest outside her window. She steps in, the water caressing her skin, washing away the remnants of her dreams. She takes her time, lathering her body with a rich, scented soap, her hands lingering on her breasts, her nipples hardening under her touch. She rinses off, her hand finding its way between her legs, her fingers exploring her folds, finding her clit, swollen with desire. She leans against the wall, her body shuddering as she comes, her moans echoing in the steam-filled room.